Anna Jadwin reached out to snatch it, but he nimbly dodged with the insulated box in his precise grip.
What on earth was he pretending for, he could clearly see!
"Charles Harrington, you liar!" Anna Jadwin was so angry she wanted to hit him.
"The gauze was from you, and when you told me to cover my eyes, didn't I do it?" Charles Harrington turned to look at her.
The holes in the gauze were quite large, not hindering his vision at all.
Anna Jadwin swung her hand to slap him.
Charles Harrington grabbed her wrist, "Hit me however you want once your injury is better, but don't move around now, you're on an IV."
"..."
"Keep being naughty, and I'll handcuff your hands." Charles Harrington took out his phone and snapped a photo of the lunch box, "It smells really good, it's making my mouth water, Mrs. Harrington's cooking is always delicious."
"Charles, you're shameless!"
"Charles Harrington? Is that your nickname for me, it sounds lovely."
